Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Somewhere just east ofTuamotu in the Pacific Ocean lie 'Dissapointment Islands'. Apparently, upon discovery, they fell short of what the explorers had been looking for, perhaps barren juttings of rock instead of the hoped for lush, rolling canopy of green.

Grown adults who employ the smirkful phrase 'aren't we happy campers?'- now these are some folks pretty well suited to petty administrative duties (computer lab moniter, temp supervisor, dorm RC)

In light of what it has become, punk rock was little more than capitalism fooling the academics.

'dick tipping'- refers to the manner in which uncircumcised peni are dabbed dry after pissing means of a square or two of toilet paper- told to me by a girl from New Zealand no less.

'snot canal' is what that trench-like (how curiously frustrating, having to rely on this ungainfy adjectival approximation, all because 'trenchant' means something else entirely. 'Zounds upa you, & a pox on your whimsy, cruel language!) space is in between our upper lip and direct^ below our nose. Makes sense really. This one was heard on WXYC radio as a wee yung 'un.